Just imagine, you're just about to step foot out of the office after a long day. This day was absolutely horrible. 30 different clients had 30 different issues, and they're all closing their accounts, if you can't have the issue fixed by tomorrow morning. You tried explaining to your boss what was going on, but he kicked you out of his office. It's Christmas time so everyone's trying to pick up some over time to buy presents for their loved ones. You're having Christmas alone again however, so you hadn't jumped on the bandwagon early enough. Your boss tells you he can't grant any over time because you're department is too close to hitting their limit, and he wants to save the last bit for Jerry, that smug bastard with the perfect family. Defeated, you slink into your shoes, like a child telling their parents about an "F", and walk out of the office sighing.
You have to tighten up your coat as the frozen breeze pierces the veil of warmed air that surrounded you in the office. You trudge your way through the horrible slush made mainly of mud, dirt, sidewalk grime, and some frozen water making the snow. You keep your eyes forward into the piercing breeze ensuring that the maniacal taxi drivers and bike riders aren't suddenly veering into your 2 foot wide concrete berth. Somehow you make it the 100 yards to the nearest subway entrance unscathed, except for your nearly frozen fingertips.
You hurriedly rush down the steps past the Salvation Army bell ringers nearly whacking you in the face while incessantly clanging their bells, at first you consider pulling out a bit of pocket change, but can’t find any. You hurry further into the bowels of the station, angrily slapping your wallet on the RFID reader which robotically beeps in compliance, you slowly push the turnstile thinking of all the unpaid hours of work you'll have to finish in your one room “efficiency” apartment. "They wouldn't have done this to you back home in Ohio, no one on the farm ever went unpaid" you silently think to yourself. Finally your lips being to purse up a bit forming the first smile you've had all day as you see the welcoming WiFi sign in the station. The WiFi is slow but it allows you enough time to open up your favorite website to browse through before the long haul home.
You fiddle with the smartphone in your breast pocket tapping through options, while somehow being able to make it through to the platform. Almost as quickly as you retrieved your phone youPost too long. Click here to view the full text.